I didn’t see his smile when he slide his finger between my lips and found me soaking wet. Pulling my hair aside with the other hand, he leaned again...t me and began kissing on my neck as he played with my clit. There was a little voice in my head telling me that this was madness; that it would be much safer to take this back to my apartment or to his house. I ignored the voice; I wanted this now, and I didn’t care that it was in a dark alley downtown.I let out a whimper when he withdrew his. Was all this really bought for me? This closet is every girl’s dream, but butterflies start dancing in my tummy as I look more closely at the clothes. The more clothes I find, the more I sense the expectation attached to them. Deeper inside the cupboard, at the far end of the railing, I notice some more unusual items. A couple of business suits in the style favoured by my bitchy ex-boss. And that flash of white hanging behind it? I unhook it: a one-piece nurse’s uniform. It’s small. In fact. Shestill liked all other princesses, but had never been able to understandwhy her hair colour got abuse. She just knew that none of her friendsdisliked it, and that pleased her. * * *But hair colour was far from anyones mind for now. It was just playinggames, and talking about what they had done so far in the school holiday,which wasn't much. Just like Emma and Michelle, everyone seemed destinedto wait until they went away before they would do anything exciting,. “We were only sleeping for forty minutes.” Forty minutes? I thought, it felt more like forty years. I sat up and leaned over, picking up my watch from the coffee table. It was half-past three. I started to get dressed again, picking up my clothes from where they had been thrown in the floor and across the room in our haste to have each other. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?” Derek asked me. I did not like the tone of his voice at all. He had something planned. “I’m going back home,”.